Get the fuck off my lawn.
Seriously, my coworker who went to lunch with me yesterday experienced one of my more violent moments. I normally don’t lash out at people, but I couldn’t help myself.
There was this guy who was standing outside the place where we had gone to eat. When we came out, we were already running a little late. The guy had Ron Paul buttons on his coat. He reached out and physically grabbed my shirt.
Him: “Who are you voting for in the primary?”
Me: “Definitely not crazy-ass Ron Paul.”
Him: “So you’re voting for the collapse of the American economy then.”
Him: “Thank you so much for killing America.”
Me (now angry): “You want to know what the economy is going to be like if Ron Paul is President?”
Him: “Sure, enlighten me.”
So I pushed him backwards as hard as I could and he fell flat on his back. I thought he might fall on his butt, but this guy literally fell on his back. I didn’t know that Ron Paul supporters were so weak.
Me: “In case you didn’t get my point – that’s was freefall.”
My coworker pulled me around the corner of the building and then we left in his truck. I don’t know if the guy got back up or if he lay there for a little while. I do know he was conscious, because he swore at me while we were walking away. I thought it was funny – my coworker is nervous. He’s never seen me angry before. “Remind me not to fuck with you,” he said to me when we got back to work. LOL
It was the way he replied to my initial statement that made me lose it. Don’t tell me that I’m killing the American economy with that snotty jerkish tone of voice (I emphasized it with italics). Next time, I might just punch a Ron Paul supporter who harasses me.
Another funny thing – we use these icons nowadays and I’m sure some young punk has no idea where some of them came from/what they represent. Of course, some of these items will still be in use 20 years from now (reel to reel tape, tools and gears, etc).